Eight

Her thoughts stumbled upon each other as she waited for her captor to finally free her. She couldn't exactly relax when she had promised to explain herself to him and he had actually listened to her flimsy words said out of desperation. Now, she just had to come up with an excellent excuse or explanation for her actions. And that alone seemed to be an impossible task even to herself because any sane person would find her actions suspicious.

Keisha wasn't ready for the suddenness of the action, but the next thing she knew she had been roughly flung onto the leather chair. The chair protested under her weight and it rolled into the desk.

Keisha made to get up when he spoke then. "I would be careful of my next step if I were you," he said, the warning clear in the grave tone of his voice.

She sat back into the chair and although it felt very comfortable, she couldn't afford to indulge in it's plushness and rather sat stiffly in the air. He walked backwards and her eyes widened anxiousl